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letra de no cbg - lil rez

[intro]
(choppin’ sh-t up like trippy)

[chorus]
what you know ’bout shootouts at the crib, you dare or live
if i see a opp or see him clutch, his ass get bust again
cousin movin’ funny, don’t come f-ck with me, you f-ck with them
i done ran through hundreds, don’t do leg shots, shoot above the rim
b-tch don’t want me steppin’, box go put a half for every weapon
he can’t vote or buy no gun, but he be trappin’, he a felon
he want smoke, take out his lungs, this doa, this sh-t get deadly, n-gga
he ain’t k!lled n0body, he just comment under every picture

[verse]
claim a opp, can’t f-ck with me, we roll ’em up in russian creams
if he see lil’ (shh), hop out with (brr), he better duck the scene
drive-by, n-gga ain’t no gbg, we get off first, go slide ’bout it
2022 durango h-llcat, this a widebody
shawty tried to f-ck with me, i gave her ass a peace sign
we the reason bro had just got rolled up in that three five
trey-five, i heard he got fake ties
i know he be dissin’, he don’t pop out in the daytime
and i’m with lil’ twin right now
g-lock on my waist right now
talkin’ crazy, spray ’em down
we the hottest in the town
i’m geeked up in sp-ce right now
he crashin’, finna take you down
he laughin’, finna face you now
keep blastin’, now yo’ face with now
i don’t do no back and forth, we leave his sh-t on life support
had to kick the freak hoe out the spot ’cause i don’t like the wh0re
had to stop lil’ glizzy ‘nem from slidin, it’s ’cause he like to score
i’m the type to leave yo’ momma cryin’, her son on the floor
yeah, we spinned that, ridin’ with lil’ tank like everyday tryna get yo’ l!ck back
you can workout all day, this draco hit yo’ 6-pack
he got big racks, jokic spinned the block and now they asking, bih, “who did that?”
call yo’ block, didn’t answer ’cause you know he finna flip that
d-4 ran and smacked that boy, you really mad i f-cked yo’ babymomma, why you cappin’ boy?
every opp i seen, i’m tryna put ’em in the casket boy
[?] 23 and it got me feelin’ paranoid
and i ride with noface, everyday he bring me a new drop, i tell ’em “okay”
i know that boy got spiked to see me leavin’ with his whole state
freak b-tch tryna have my baby, told her, “no way”
[chorus]
what you know ’bout shootouts at the crib, you dare or live
if i see a opp or see him clutch, his ass get bust again
cousin movin’ funny, don’t come f-ck with me, you f-ck with them
i done ran through hundreds, don’t do leg shots, shoot above the rim
b-tch don’t want me steppin’, box go put a half for every weapon
he can’t vote or buy no gun, but he be trappin’, he a felon
he want smoke, take out his lungs, this doa, this sh-t get deadly, n-gga
he ain’t k!lled n0body, he just comment under every picture

[outro]
n-gga know i’m blowin’ sh-t
n-gga know i’m blowin’ sh-t
n-gga know i’m blowin’

- lil rez

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